I lay,
He came
The mask slipped
Unabashedly cried.
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A moment in time-warm, luminous and unforgettable. I am glad that your tears become laughter. You will remember that song you sang together. Lovely write, Mamta. Wishing you all things bright and beautiful, Sandra
Slipped masks - darwn attention A covet for the warmth of those hand - fulfilled Lucky... you are... dear poet, Or i should say.. you 'Deserve' it. I call it coming out of that inner zone Where one clings to placate But the real comfort is to Come out and hold that lending hands. Gracious the dipiction... One to offer and the other to greet.
A beautiful narrative, mamta; quite impressive and expressing the tenderness of relation and the concerned emotions....thanks for sharing.....
This is a very touching scene you vividly painted..Lovely words..I will never forget this.